It’s a quiet Monday a little over two weeks before Christmas. The first of the year the family will be spread from Oregon to Michigan to Wisconsin to New Mexico but for Christmas we will be together at Granville Cottage.
Saturday afternoon Lois and I drove to Canada to speak for a Christmas Banquet. The roads were clear and the evening was delightful. We had fellowship with some old friends and made some new ones. The food was good, the hall was full, and the people were attentive. It was a beautiful Christmas occasion.
Two decades ago on a snowy December evening Wesley came into the world, born at home, feet-first. Kyle made of hot meal of barbecued chicken, potatoes and cheesy peas and took a plate up to his mother—ravenous from the long ordeal of childbirth. We all gathered around she and tiny Wes. There was such a secure and joyful warmth in the home that night. Wesley turns 20 on Wednesday.
